In the secret realm, there is a holy place for civil engineering practice.

Mi Xuzi was shrouded in a dim light by the heart of the Soul Dao tree. The image of the stone chime that belonged to the Soul Dao rules became clearer and clearer, and the patterns on it also became clearer and clearer.

A series of tinkling sounds came from the stone chimes, echoing in the sea of ​​divine consciousness, constantly stimulating the little man to resonate in the mystery.

Seven or eight years passed in a flash.

"The soul has reached the third level, and the aura has increased several times compared to before."

At this moment, Mi Xuzi's eyes flashed with purple light, and when he spread his palms, a materialized stone chime appeared, releasing circles of dim light as it floated up and down.

"What a Soul Path Tree Heart! Why is there no relevant cultivation experience in this cultivator's memory?"

After the Soul Path was advanced to the third level, the previous Soul Path tree heart had been completely refined. Shen Lian had only one idea in his mind about the treasure that could advance the Soul Path so easily.

I want both.

Unfortunately, there is no record of the relevant soul-path spiritual wood in the broken memories left by the spiritual plant master.

"Fellow Daoist, you have such unkind thoughts that you would rather die than give it to me."

After thinking about it, Shen Lian suddenly understood that someone had deliberately destroyed the relevant memories and would not give them to him even if he was dead.

However, he soon came to his senses. The cultivation of this kind of acquired spiritual wood is largely accidental. Even if it is cultivated step by step, it is not necessarily possible to grow two identical plants.

In addition, a seventh-level spiritual wood cannot be cultivated overnight. It probably took more than 100,000 years.

Hundreds of thousands of years, and Shen Lian is only about ten thousand years old now.

By the time he spends time cultivating it bit by bit, it will probably be too late to use it by then.

It turned out that this path of self-cultivation was not suitable for him, and he still had to beg for alms from other fellow Taoists.

Mi Xuzi refined the Soul Path Tree and advanced to the third level of the Soul Path. Naturally, Shen Lian's comprehension of the Soul Path also came to fruition.

The comprehension of the rules by Dao-based cultivators is also at the third level, but some of them have the blessing of Dao seeds, which makes the rules more substantial.

"I wonder how far my three-transformation soul path lags behind the soul path that is truly blessed by the Dao Seed?"

"A thing of the Tao seed, can my Hunyuan power become a thing of the Tao seed?"

"We'll give it a try after we get out. Now let's take a look at the treasure house. If it's really impossible, we'll leave early. We can't just waste time here."

Shen Lian gathered his thoughts and spent quite a bit of time comprehending the Third Transformation of the Soul Path. During this period, not all cultivators who came into the secret realm were so honest, and some had already begun to head deeper into the secret realm.

“Buzz!”

In a flash, the purple light transformed into 365 chessboards, and countless spiritual bans appeared in the perception.

The benefits of the third transformation of the soul path were immediately apparent, and the perception was several times stronger than before.

It had taken him several decades to sense only three spiritual forbidden places relatively clearly. Now that his soul path had been enhanced, the number of spiritual forbidden places he could sense clearly had suddenly increased to eleven.

However, Shen Lian was incredibly awake at this moment. Even though he knew that there were very likely seventh-level spiritual objects in these places he could sense, he still flew straight over.

Right now, the Zongku in the southeast direction is his only target.

If he could obtain a magical object that could protect him from disasters, he would be able to retreat victoriously and return home to prepare for a second excavation of the ruins.

Everything in here will be his sooner or later, so there is no need to fight for it now. Just pick up the most important spiritual object first.

Driven by the command, after coming out of the Holy Land of Tumu, Mi Xuzi, under the guidance of Shen Lian, continued to bypass the messy restrictions and headed towards the southeast.

The area of ​​this secret realm is no less than hundreds of thousands of miles, and the void is full of broken spiritual bans. The cultivators cannot fly faster even if they want to, and the slightest mistake will cause large-scale turbulence in the spiritual bans.

Although Mi Xuzi has Shen Lian as his guide, he will still accidentally encounter some hidden spiritual bans along the way. Needless to say, the same is true for other cultivators who come in. Some of them are so unlucky that they are killed by the spiritual bans.

There were a total of twenty-four cultivators who had come in before. During the time when Mixuzi was comprehending the third level of the soul path, eight of them were killed, all of whom died due to falling into spiritual confinement.

In such a vast area, and thanks to so many broken spiritual forbidden formations, Shen Lian was able to barely have an extra pair of eyes.

He ran up and down all the way, crawled through holes and climbed along the hillside, flew over a group of empty palaces, and entered a winding mountain range again.

"Go three thousand miles to the left and bypass the main peak in front."

On the main peak of the winding mountain range, the ochre-yellow spiritual ban evolved into a ferocious dragon, which coiled from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, exuding a ferocious aura.

Mi Xuzi took a look and thought there must be some treasure inside.

However, he just took a look and started to take a detour.

…

Secret territory in the southeast.

There was a bright silver light here, and space ripples fell from the sky and collided with large areas of spiritual restrictions, forming a broken space area stretching for thousands of miles.

In this area, space fragments and spiritual restrictions transformed into images of swords and weapons, and there was a constant crackling sound of killing.

After traveling for more than half a year, Mi Xuzi finally landed on a low mountain. He looked towards the distance at a vast ocean formed by silver and black turbid air, spiritual restrictions, and space.

In the vast ocean, a towering mountain stands. The surface of the mountain is covered with jagged rocks, and the spiritual barriers are like demon scales, densely flashing with faint light, constantly colliding with the space debris falling from the surrounding void.

It can be seen that many parts of the spiritual restrictions on the mountain have been broken into pieces. The original five-element cyclical spiritual restrictions have also become five-element chaotic spiritual restrictions, emitting a terrifying aura of destruction.

After 'Mi Xuzi' stood still, purple light shone between his eyes as he opened and closed them. He quietly sensed the connection between himself and the original body, and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

The space here is too broken, and the distance is too far, so my sense of the spiritual prohibitions here is not obvious. Fortunately, the connection between me and my clone is still very strong.

A sect's treasure house is of utmost importance. Along the way, the spiritual forbidden area here is also the best preserved place.

From this, we can see that when this holy land was at its peak, the formation arranged in the treasury was most likely of the seventh-grade upper grade.

I believe that a sect that has reached the pinnacle of the twelfth level of harmony should have the foundation to arrange a seventh-grade superior formation.

This is very unfriendly and it's obvious that they are on guard against him.

Fortunately, there are many holes on the huge mountain. Even the most advanced formations cannot withstand the erosion of time. Coupled with the erosion of space debris that is surging all the time, there is still a chance to enter the treasure house.

Even though there was a spiritual forbidden cave right in front of him, Mi Xuzi did not rush up, but began to circle around it.

As a seventh-grade lower-grade formation master, he could still understand to some extent the spiritual restrictions that emerged after the seventh-grade upper-grade formation was broken.

It’s impossible to break the formation, but you can still find a loophole in the broken formation.

"The five elements are mutually generated, and the internal and external evolution of the mutual generation method has at least nine levels. The reversal rune can reverse the five elements and burst out the killing power at any time."

His eyes captured the scattered broken runes and spiritual prohibitions, from which he obtained relevant information about this formation.

"There are a total of six broken places, all covered by the broken space. The broken place on the Li position has the least spiritual restrictions, but the aura inside is too violent. Although the broken spiritual restrictions on the Kan position are more, the interior is the most stable among the six places."

After circling the Treasure House Mountain Range for hundreds of times, Mi Xuzi stood quietly outside the mountain range, carefully considering the location to enter the treasure house.

"Fortunately, I know a little bit about formations, and I have also cultivated a little bit of spatial power, so I can clearly sense the fluctuations inside the Broken Spiritual Confinement."

"The treasure mountain is right in front of us, and I choose you!"

Outside the Kan position, a ball of silver light appeared on Mi Xuzi's body, and a silver passage appeared under his footsteps and squeezed into the broken space area.

In an instant, the surging space fragments and spiritual restrictions seemed to have found an outlet and rushed towards the condensed space corridor.

Crackling sounds rang out one after another, and the silver light in the sky shone all around. The turbid air wandering in it even evolved into ferocious turbid air beasts, which let out roars like the whistling wind.

Stepping on the silver light channel, Mi Xuzi was surrounded by colorful spiritual light forming a shield. He withstood the impact of the spiritual ban and space debris and crashed into the spiritual ban cave that had cracked outside the mountain.

When Mi Xuzi entered the mountain, the spiritual restriction and space gradually calmed down. At the edge of the mountain, a speck of dust lit up and turned into crystal water droplets, from which walked out a beautiful woman with a round and plump figure.

Among the twenty-four cultivators allowed into the secret realm, there was only one female cultivator who was so familiar that she couldn’t be more familiar.

"Master, it seems that this man is really a formation master."

Zan Ling's voice sounded, and Gong Jingzhi looked towards the spiritual forbidden cave exposed on the mountain.

In fact, she had come here a long time ago following her intuition, and she also knew that this was a sect treasury, and she also knew the origin of this secret place.

However, the aura emitted by the formation was too strong, so she stopped after trying it a few times.

"Master, follow him in and let him explore the spiritual forbidden area as a pioneer."

The weapon spirit continued to speak excitedly, "The Dingyuan Immortal Sect's treasury must have spiritual objects that can protect against disasters. It is very likely that there are more than one. Master, your chance to achieve harmony with the great rules has come."

The Dingyuan Immortal Sect was ranked 14th in the Haotian Realm at that time. The sudden demise of such a powerful sect was bound to attract attention, and many rumors arose from it.

As an elder of the Immortal Palace, Gong Jingzhi had naturally heard of this rumor.

Dingyuan Immortal Sect has three sects, two Twelve Floors and one Dao Base. Its sect's spiritual treasure, Dingyuan Xuntian Bell, is even more extraordinary. It is a seventh-level spiritual treasure that combines the three attributes of soul, gravity, and thunder and fire.

Moreover, there are two major marks on the regular strings: the Four-turn Soul Path and the Gravity and Magnetic Light.

The leader of the sect is the holder of the fifth-level gravity mark.

In view of the mystery of this bell, Dingyuan Immortal Sect is also one of the sects that guards the Haotian Realm Star Sea and seals the Turbid Air Cave.

This matter started with the giants in the fairy world who created the starry sea ban of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens. The ban of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens suppressed the turbid air rising from the heaven and earth to the Lower Juntian Realm.

However, the vast fairyland is a realm of large cycles. It cannot be completely sealed by simply sealing off the sea of ​​stars. In the process of setting up the spiritual ban, it is inevitable that there will be varying numbers of loopholes.

Unlike Juntian Realm which only has one small cave, Haotian Realm has nine turbid air caves, and each turbid air cave is suppressed by a holy sect.

When Dingyuan Immortal Sect was destroyed, the biggest rumor was that when Dingyuan Immortal Sect was in charge of the Turbidity Cave, it discovered an innate spiritual object in the Turbidity Cave.

It is not uncommon to find innate spiritual objects in the sinking turbid air. After all, the seal of the star sea has caused the state of heaven and earth, where clear and turbid air should have been blending at all times, to become a state where clear air rises and turbid air descends.

The starry realm is not just a series of regions, there is also a vast and unfathomable sea of ​​nothingness. No one can tell how many spiritual creatures have sunk into it over the endless years.

The grades of innate spiritual objects vary. It is impossible for a sixth or seventh grade spiritual object to bring disaster to the Dingyuan Immortal Sect. If the rumors are true, it is very likely an eighth grade spiritual object.

In short, the demise of Dingyuan Immortal Sect caused a big stir, and the rumor about the eighth-level spiritual creature spread far and wide.

It is obvious that the Dingyuan Immortal Sect, which ranks 14th among the Hedao Holy Lands, cannot grasp a spiritual object of this quality.

Gong Jingzhi had never expected that when she came to the lower world to look for a spiritual object to protect herself from disasters, she would run into the Dingyuan Immortal Sect which was rumored to have been destroyed.

Dingyuan Immortal Sect has a cultivator who has reached the twelfth level. For the entire Lingmu Immortal Palace, this opportunity is nothing, but for her, once she digests the heritage here, it will mean that she has the foundation to advance to the twelfth level.

Once one advances to the twelfth level in Lingmu Immortal Palace, one can obtain some of the resource benefits of certain areas. Her immediate superior, Tianyuan Daozun, is just a Hedao cultivator at the twelfth level.

Thinking of this, a hint of eagerness emerged in her heart.

"Wait a little longer."

Standing on the edge of the broken space, Gong Jingzhi was not in a hurry to go in. She wanted to see if there would be any more energy coming out.

After entering the secret realm, she bumped into three or four spiritual forbidden places in succession without thinking, and then she stabilized her rhythm. From some ruined palaces and ruins, she learned that this secret realm was the Dingyuan Immortal Sect, and she rushed to the treasure house.

Of course, she did not know the location of the treasure house in advance, but as an elder of Lingmu Fairy Palace, she practiced many secret techniques in the palace, one of which was to sense the innate spiritual power of spiritual objects that could protect her from disasters, in order to facilitate the search for spiritual objects that could protect her from disasters.

After arriving here, he was first shocked by the broken spiritual ban, and then after performing secret techniques many times and sensing at close range, he was sure that this was the former treasury of Dingyuan Xianzong.

However, after several failed attempts to break in by force, he hid himself and waited for other monks to arrive, hoping to fish in troubled waters.

Soon, an incense stick of time passed.

"Owner."

Zan Ling was eager to try and couldn't wait.

As the incense stick of time passed, the cave that the monk had just entered was still calm without much waves, and Gong Jingzhi finally couldn't control herself anymore.

"Walk!"

As the sound fell, a drop of black water fell from the jade hairpin, and as it rolled, it turned into a size of ten feet, and derived circles of mysterious patterns, which suppressed the surging space fragments. Gong Jingzhi flew away along the hole where Mi Xuzi entered.

“Crack!”

The spiritual barrier that was cracked on the mountain seemed to be a rock wall in front of it, but in fact, after crashing into it, one directly entered a deep space opened up by the spiritual barrier.

The Black Water Mysterious Pearl rolled, and the aura of gravity filled the air, pressing down the broken space. After it had safely entered a distance of a hundred miles, suddenly the space fragments surging around it burst out like a volcano.

The broken spiritual restriction and space kept rolling, making popping sounds, and turned into a torrent that rushed towards the Black Water Pearl.

Gong Jingzhi's expression changed inside the black pearl, and she quickly made hand gestures. The black pearl immediately shattered into countless tiny water droplets, which formed an array around her and began to spin rapidly.

The rotating water droplets released immense gravity, forming a gravity field that stretched for thousands of feet, resisting the broken spiritual restrictions that were washing over from all directions.

There was a crackling sound, causing the gravity field to roll and sway, leaving Gong Jingzhi with only the ability to defend herself but no power to resist.

"Master, that man is outside!"

A young girl suddenly appeared from the jade hairpin floating around Gong Jingzhi, her eyes wide open and she screamed.

Outside the cave, a monk in green was looking at them coldly.

"He clearly came in just now, how could he be... a sinister male cultivator!"

Gong Jingzhi also saw the figure outside the cave, her eyebrows raised, she didn't know that she was being plotted against. She wanted to use the male cultivator outside as a stepping stone, but the male cultivator took advantage of the situation and tricked her in.

"Master, be careful!"

“Buzz!”

At the same time, a faint light appeared on the body of Mi Xuzi outside the cave, and a vast soul power surged out and turned into a stone chime, which smashed into Gong Jingzhi in the cave from mid-air.

"ah!"

A muffled scream followed in the cave. The gravity field displayed by Gong Jingzhi was torn into pieces by the broken spiritual restrictions on all sides after she was attacked by divine thoughts. The crackling silver light hit the plump body like a long river.

In the moment of crisis, two kinds of spiritual light, dark yellow and black, emerged from the body of the hairpin spirit, and it transformed into an extremely huge mountain that enveloped Gong Jingzhi and blocked some of the spiritual ban that was rushing over.

"puff!"

Blood gushed out of Gong Jingzhi's mouth, along with a red bean that looked like a small pea.

After the red beans were dyed red with blood, a blood-red halo appeared in an instant. Wherever they passed, most of the spiritual restrictions in all directions were lifted. Gong Jingzhi took advantage of this gap to escape from the hole.

"ah!"

But before she could raise her foot, she let out another scream, and the dimly glowing stone chime flew from mid-air and smashed into the sea of ​​divine consciousness once again, causing the little divine consciousness figure to stagger.

"go!"

Suppressing the severe pain in his soul, the red bean turned into a stream of blood and rushed towards Mixuzi outside the cave.

"Damn, nothing happened. My advancement to the third soul rule was in vain."

Mi Xuzi grumbled, and without taking the attack, he ran away.

But the blood-colored red beans followed like a shadow, and a smaller shadow of Gong Jingzhi also appeared on the lingering blood-colored aura.

Compared to the original body's grace and maturity, this phantom exudes endless charm, with a body as swam like a snake, staring at Mi Xuzi with red eyes.

It was clearly just a pair of eyes, but Mi Xuzi felt a chill for no reason. There was also a melodious sound lingering in the whistling of the wind in his ears.

“Fellow Daoist…”

"Lang...Jun..."

The sound is like crying, lingering.

"Red beans are the best symbol of lovesickness. Please let me experience the bitterness of lovesickness for you."

Gong Jingzhi staggered out of the cave, muttering to herself and dancing, similar to the Nuo technique in witchcraft. As she danced, the smaller blood shadow derived from the red beans also danced along.

"Fuck you!"

The female cultivator was clearly far behind him, but his shoulder seemed to be possessed by a ghost.

In an instant, the purple light in Mixuzi's eyes flickered, and the talisman array disk reflected and stabilized his soul in an instant, and the burning heat rising from his body instantly disappeared.

What kind of magic is this! Mi Xuzi, who had come back to his senses, waved his hand in the air, and a large flag fluttered, and a rumbling sound of movement came from between the falling sun and moon stars.

At first, the sun, moon, and stars were still in the air, but when they started shaking, they were already falling towards Gong Jingzhi's head.

"Sizzle."

The red bean phantom that was swaying before also turned into a ball of blood mist and collapsed.

Gong Jingzhi retreated quickly in shock. The Red Bean Acacia Spell was her best spell. Every time she used it, she would capture an ideal husband, but now she had failed.

"Stop. The space here is weak and the spiritual barrier is broken. If we continue to fight, it will only trigger a stronger energy fluctuation. No one will benefit from it, and it may even benefit others for nothing."

Mi Xuzi stood in mid-air with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He had failed to defeat this cultivator with two consecutive attacks with his spiritual thoughts. It seemed that the power of his soul was not much weaker than his. Most likely, there was a spiritual creature suppressing him in his sea of ​​spiritual thoughts.

The Lingmu Immortal Palace's Lianxu Yuanman is really too unfriendly. This kind of cultivator with his own background is the most annoying.

If it were any other force, two soul techniques blessed by the three-turn soul rules would be enough to directly destroy their soul.

Gong Jingzhi took back the red beans in embarrassment, smoothed her disheveled hair, and her chest heaving, showing the unrest in her heart. She didn't know how she was discovered.

看着受到冲击电光闪烁的灵禁有水漫金山的趋势，弥虚子悻悻的掐灭了手中的法术。

灵木仙宫真行，他上有本尊感应，下有灵植师记忆，两者相互比对印证才知道的宝库位置，这娘们是怎么发现的，还比他来的更快。

大势力的修士真烦人。

有一说一，秘境太大，到处都是闪烁着灵光的残破灵禁，哪怕是本尊也无法感应周全，他是真没有发现这娘们提前藏在这里了。

但技术上的误差，可以用习惯来弥补。

他可不会告诉这娘们，他就是习惯性的虚晃一枪。

没想到，还真诈出来了。

这一招从云霄到仙灵，屡试不爽，处处有坑处处趟。

这娘们也不是好人，潜藏在附近这是等候探路先驱呢，还差点勾住了他的姬兄。

“堂堂仙宫修士隐藏在暗处鬼鬼祟祟。”

弥虚子再次回到了刚刚的洞窟外附近，回头看着女修冷冷说道：“道友，你可以再来试试，看看我还坑不坑你。”

此地不宜动手，不过无所鸟谓。

这洞天入口都在本尊掌控之中，若这娘们真的能进入宝库中将灵物带回来，反倒是好了，也省得他冒这个险。

“主人，怎么办，要不要……”

宫静芝服下了一颗灵丹，苍白的脸上泛起了一抹红晕，“此修不受相思红豆之困，不能为我的踏脚石，我怕不是其对手，除非动用凝练了万年的罗血红梅之术……”

“主人，你说这男修是不是不近女色……不然怎么能把持住的呢？”

宫静芝看向弥虚子，“道友，我们可以合作，此地的灵禁乃是定元仙宗留下来的，哪怕是被岁月侵蚀，也蕴藏着大危机。”

“好。”

这时，弥虚子点了点头。

“这里便是我探寻的最安全之地，道友可为前驱。”

说着指了指宫静芝刚刚狼狈跑出来的窟窿。

“伱……”

弥虚子也不看宫静芝，化为了一道流光冲入了洞窟之内。

“主人，还跟不跟？”

这下宫静芝也拿捏不准了，这个狡猾的男修士可以骗她一次，就有可能骗她第二次。

“主人，事关庇劫灵物，我觉得是到了拼命的时候了。”

簪灵化为了少女模样，站在了宫静芝身侧，小脸上多了一抹郑重。

宫静芝没有回应，嘴角颤动起来，晦涩的咒语响起，一她的身躯不断的颤抖，莹白的肌体下好似有游蛇在穿行，很快游蛇没入到了体内深处，于丹田下方的位置形成了一道血色的光晕，之前的红豆就在这片光晕的中心。

“先去看看别的地方，此地灵禁破碎，获得灵物未必全都要靠实力，也有可能要运气！”

念完咒语后，宫静芝又给自己服下了两枚灵丹，接着朝另外一处窟窿的方向而去。

……

窟窿内，弥虚子在一处大若磨盘的灵禁处显化出身形，他就像是一个猿猴，一根只手指扣住灵禁的边缘一点点位置，整个人都缩在灵禁下方。

看到外面的女修离开后，他依旧没有着急往窟窿深处而去，而是继续打量着四周闪烁的灵禁。

窟窿内的灵禁并不是一成不变的，更深处不时有不同的残片灵禁飘出来，足以证明守护宝库的大阵时时刻刻处于破败之中。

这些残片灵禁飘出来的越多，对于沈炼来说对于阵法的了解也就越多，相应的也就越安全。

可以慢一点，尽量不要触碰到灵禁才是关键，万一哪一块灵禁后面和主阵法藕断丝连，带来毁灭气息可就不容易预料了。

一点点感应着灵禁的波动随后，他才朝着窟窿内部而去，定元仙宗布置的这座守护宗门保护的大阵，依托大阵衍生出了五行阵法空间。

这些空间内部环境各异，是时时刻刻变化的。

数天后，弥虚子刚刚从一片破碎灵禁身边飘过，眼前就进入了一片黄沙之地，漫天的黄沙如海浪一般翻滚，神念感应过去这片黄沙一望无际。

进入黄沙之地后，弥虚子直接定住了脚步。

阵法之内衍生的空间无边无际，想要靠着飞行是永远飞不出去的，幸好此阵破碎了，不然的话进来这里的第一时间就有可能被黄沙卷死。

实话说，一座拥有十二楼境修士坐镇的圣地，守护宗库的大阵如何强横都不为过，可对沈炼来说这就很不友好了。

历经岁月洗礼之后的宗库大阵，余威犹在，关键还不能强行破除，只能找空子钻空子。

“若不行就只能强行退出了。”

沈炼心中有了决断，弥虚子分身关乎着后续安排，是他后续合道天劫第一挡箭牌，万万不能折在这里。

可入宝山空手而归的感觉，真的是很不爽。

“该死的定元仙宗，你没事在宗库弄这么厉害的阵法做什么，防谁呢！”

……

黄沙之中。

弥虚子站立，神念扫过四周，漫天的砂砾在他眼中空我无物，静静的捕捉着可能出现的灵禁。

阵法已破碎，灵禁四散，只要能捕捉到散出来的灵禁，就能寻到钻空子的机会。

强行破阵是不可能的，他怕引起阵法倒卷将他卷死。

“嗡！”

终于，不知道过去了多久，弥虚子突然动了，身上银光一闪化为流光横跨了三千里黄沙，嗖的一声就撞入了一道一闪而逝的空间裂缝中。

“咔嚓！”

裂缝之后，黄沙尽散，露出了一片片破败的灵禁，五彩灵光混乱不已，已经没有了循环相生的景象。

“刚刚是土属性衍生的结界，接下来按道理应该是木属性，不过五行灵禁破败的如此严重，极有可能不再遵循五行相生的规矩。”

弥虚子打量着四周的灵禁，有些灵禁散发着让他浑身战栗的气息，身处随时可能撕裂的环境中，真的是不太适应。

小心在飘荡的灵禁之间穿行，气息收敛到了极致，丝毫不敢触碰飘动的灵禁，最后干脆直接化成了一个小毛毛虫，在灵禁之间蠕动。

……

“有空间裂缝。”

良久之后，五彩斑斓的灵禁前方，一道狭长的空间裂缝闪烁着银光，浓郁的浊气飘散着，弥虚子小心的蠕动过去，透过空间裂缝一看。

“豁……天命之子！”

就看空间裂痕的后面不再是五彩能量，而是一座散发着古老气息的洞府，这是直接穿过五行阵法形成的阵法空间直达山腹内了。

“时隔几千年，弥…陆…沈某又撞大运了。”

先从身上拔下了三根毛毛，轻轻从空间裂缝中推过去，毛毛飘进入了洞窟内安然无恙。

弥虚子这才蠕动着身躯，从裂缝的中间四不靠的位置爬了进去，一口气爬到了洞窟深处才用身子小心的触碰了一下岩壁。

“实心的，确实是山体。”

“不愧是位列第十四位的合道宗门，整个山体都是玄山源石矿。”

“宝库内怎么有一个洞府呢。”

蠕动着沿着洞窟飞行，这座洞窟很大，布局也很全面。

修炼室、炼丹室、灵兽室应有尽有，室内还有整齐的座椅家具，有箱柜上还摆着玉瓶。

以为自己还在阵法空间中，他又来回检查了数次后，确定了自己的想法，这里就是一处洞府。

桌椅家具是七阶云母石，玉瓶也是七阶温玉制作，只不过瓶子内早已经干涸。

一路来到了修炼室，就看到了一道身影盘坐在玉榻上，早已生机全无。

“合道修士！”

岁月侵蚀下，此修身上的灵性几乎已经散尽，只留下了一具干瘪的尸骨，面容略显狰狞，青若厉鬼。

“道基修为。”

弥虚子围着身影转了三圈后，神念落向了此修脑壳位置，干瘪的身躯中唯一还有灵性地方，是一颗形若印玺一般的石头。

“五行、重力规则道种！”

印玺五色，其状并不规则，应该是天然形成的这种状态。

表面已经布满了裂痕，灵性大失，可深处还有一点灵光未散。

从毛毛虫重新化为了人族身形后，弥虚子搓了搓手，“先去把外面的七阶矿石都收了，最重要的一定要最后收拾，合道前辈应该享有仪式感。”

快速回到了洞府其他室内，将入眼所及的桌椅床榻，玉瓶蒲团什么的统统收了起来，随后又回到了修炼室，深深的看了一眼这具尸骨后，才将之收了起来。

算上这个，他手中将有两具合道修士的尸骨。

“看来此修是坐镇宝库的修士了。”

没多久，弥虚子就找到了府库入口所在，只不过笼罩在了一片浊气之中，灵禁不时在其中炸开璀璨的光芒。

入口是一面五彩的宝镜，其上布满了裂痕，点点灵禁时不时的从中冒出，凌厉的气息让他有些颤抖。

神念扫过破碎灵禁，寻找着钻进去的漏洞，还别说浊气就是从宝镜缝隙中逸散出来的。

这种情况，让弥虚子脸色有些不好看，宝库内部往外冒浊气，岂不是代表着宝库内部被浊气淹没了。

“呲呲！”

A wisp of divine consciousness was suppressed by the spiritual ban as soon as it touched the crack. Seeing that it did not cause much fluctuation, Mi Xuzi continued to separate a wisp of divine consciousness to test, and passed through the spiritual ban little by little.

After trying thousands of times, a ray of divine consciousness finally passed through the hole and sensed the back of the magic mirror.

The thick turbid air was as black as ink, and above the inky sky there was silver light that seemed to shatter and explode in space, and below there were six or seven brilliant spiritual lights that were reflected, and even the turbid air could not cover up these spiritual lights.

"A spiritual object that protects from disasters!"

In the spiritual light, runes were derived from the innate aura, shining brightly in the darkness.

There is innate aura in the six or seven spiritual lights, but there are only three types that contain runes of calamity: one is as golden as divine gold, one is as red as the morning glow, and one is surrounded by colorful colors.

These colorful lights are not together. The stronger the aura, the stronger the runes on the outside. In short, the black air is filled with an extremely terrifying aura.

“Just take one! Suppressing the excitement and greed in his eyes, Mi Xuzi kept admonishing himself.

The treasure house was also filled with spiritual restrictions, causing his soul to tremble at all times.

"First, check if the senior who just came here has the key to open this door."

He released the Hedao mummy that he had collected before, and searched through all the stored spiritual treasures, but did not find any token with the same aura. This door should have been opened by a spell.

If you can't open the door normally, you can only resort to tricks and face possible attacks.

"This red spiritual object is the closest, so I'll choose it."

After calming down, I made a decision in my heart.

With just one spiritual object, it is possible to create a small rule-based Dao. With a small rule-based Dao, how far will the second Dao-based clone be? With a second and third Dao-based clone, everything in this treasure house will be his sooner or later.

Nowadays, asking for a spiritual object to protect against disasters is a huge risk. If it weren't for Mi Xuzi, the most powerful clone, Shen Lian would never have come in.

…

Outside the treasure house.

There was a roar, and spiritual prohibitions were everywhere. Gong Jingzhi's hair was flying wildly, and she rolled out in a panic. There was a long and narrow bloody wound on her chest, which almost flattened the top of the mountain.

"Just a few broken spiritual restrictions on the periphery are enough to kill a person who has achieved perfection in refining emptiness. The human race that just entered must have already died without a burial place."

There was fear in Zan Ling's eyes and her figure kept flickering. She was also seriously injured.

They tried each of the six dilapidated holes, but all failed.

The broken spiritual bans seemed to be endless, popping up from anywhere at any time, catching people off guard.

"Master, are you okay?"

Gong Jingzhi's body flashed with spiritual light, and she changed into a tight fairy robe. The aura on her body was very weak. The injury just now affected her five internal organs. If it weren't for the sixth-grade top-grade talisman in her hand, she would have died.

There was a flicker of resentment in his eyes. The treasure mountain was right before his eyes, but he was powerless to do anything.

"Master, why don't we go somewhere else and have a look? Maybe there are other seventh-level spiritual creatures."

Gong Jingzhi did not respond. Instead, she moved far away from the area where the spiritual ban was surging, sat aside, closed her eyes and began to regulate her breathing.

The hairpin spirit transformed into a human form and stood aside. It understood that its master still couldn't let go of the spiritual object that protected it from disasters. But then again, who could let it go?

But the protective formation here is too powerful. Even if it has been eroded by time, it cannot be touched by those who have reached the perfection of refining emptiness.

"Could it be that the master thinks that the monk just now is not dead yet?"

Qing Ling touched her nose and smiled bitterly, "That's right, there is still a little hope after all. It seems that the master has been driven crazy by the spiritual creature and actually placed his hope on another person."

…

The heart of the secret place.

There were rumbling thunder and lightning.

The rolling black cloud enveloped the surroundings. Two figures were wandering in the outer area, looking at the terrifying lightning zone with fear in their eyes.

Dark clouds were surrounding one another, and lightning stretched for thousands of miles like a dragon across the sky. The void within a radius of ten thousand miles was constantly filled with violent explosions, and the sound of bells that deafened them continued to be heard.

In the area at the center of the lightning, on the four towering towers like mountains, the bells were swaying, and thunder was constantly falling, striking the huge meat ball below.

"Asshole, I am your master!"

An angry voice rang out from the meat ball, but in return the lightning runes on the bell lit up, and a sea of ​​lightning poured down like a waterfall.

"Stop howling. It's really a huge joke that the sect treasure suppresses its own sect master. You have set a precedent in the fairy world."

A mocking female voice came from the meat ball.

"Shut up, I've already sensed the scent of life, why hasn't the Tai Sui mark appeared yet?"

Inside the meat ball, four figures looked like flesh and blood monsters covered with roots, entangled with each other, and foul air that was sticky like slurry flowed in the gaps between them.

Under the cover of blood balls, the aura on their bodies was very strange. Sometimes they were at the level of refining emptiness, and sometimes they would exceed the foundation of Taoism and reach the twelfth floor.

"Can anyone tell me where our stand-in is?"

(End of this chapter)